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Bukowsical
New Line Theatre

Also see Richard's review of An Iliad


Kimi Short, Joel Hackbarth and Zachary Allen Farmer
I knew I was in the right place Friday night when the tornado sirens were roaring like monsters in the dark; but the audience was too pumped-up about this show to flee to the basement. (An F3 tornado did touch down in the suburbs that night.) And I'm glad I stayed upstairs, too, because I can't remember a show that ever creeped me out as much as it made me laugh. In fact, at the risk of sounding like a critic, I'll say that if you liked Book of Mormon, you'll love Bukowsical. In its own deeply personal style, it's just that great.

It's that sensibility that says 'life is gross and people are mad, and any intelligent decision you may possibly dare to make will always be destroyed by corrupt authority figures so you might as well just jump on board the Hell-bound train and get it over with.' Plus, it's really funny and outrageous.

Maybe we would have gone to the basement, as the sirens wailed, if the show had been The Sound of Music: which teaches us that good can overcome evil (even if it means crossing the Alps on foot with a bunch of spoiled little brats). Or maybe we would have gone to the basement if it were My Fair Lady: which teaches us that it's better to enter into a sham marriage with an abusive, closeted gay guy than go back to a life in the gutter. Because we want to believe these things—or, at least, we want to believe these things will lead to something that will be somehow just slightly more tolerable. Those are shows you bring an umbrella to—in hopes of a brighter tomorrow. And yet I didn't see a single bumbershoot on this very stormy Friday night.

So, there we sat, 100 strong (that's an estimate), as the steady mechanical howl outside turned to a strangely panicked hoot-hoot-hoot, which I don't remember ever hearing before in 45 years of living in Tornado Alley. And I think we sat there because we want to believe it will all lead to something worse. Something that validates what we have actually witnessed in our own lives: that the system is rigged in favor of corruption. That God has sub-contracted out the management of this world to the worst possible slave-state plantation foreman in the Universe. And that it all really needs to be set to music.

Hilarious and wise Zachary Allen Farmer stars as the stoic Charles Bukowski (1920-1994), the nihilist writer who's the focus of this riotous dark mess, and directed by the too-young-to-be-venerable Scott Miller. But this is sort of his métier, so I guess he technically qualifies as venerable in this narrow context (his newest book is "Sex, Drugs, Rock 'n Roll and Musicals," 2011). And, top to bottom, you couldn't ask for a better group of performers for a show like this. Words in Bukowsical are by Spencer Green and Gary Stockdale, with music by Gary Stockdale. And it began its gritty but irresistible life in 2006 as a "late night musical" at the Sacred Fools Theatre in Los Angeles.

So, we watch as the very young Bukowski is crushed by other schoolchildren, and mocked by his teacher, and loathed by his father. But then, growing up, he goes out on his own odyssey, hobnobbing with hobos and whores and impoverished Native Americans "on the derelict trail." And, by some strange counter-cultural accident, it lands him in the exact same ballpark, in the 1950s, as Jack Kerouac and the Beat Poets.

Then, out in sunny, arid Los Angeles, he plies his trade as an author, gets drunk a lot, and gradually develops some minor recognition. And yet, in spite of the obvious squalor (Bukowski is best known for the movie Barfly), it's all extremely wry and funny and highly entertaining, set to the familiar musical styles of the '50s.

Bizarre women swirl into his orbit, played by Kimi Short (who was so great this spring in Next to Normal), the insanely clever Marcy Wiegert, and the darkly giggle-inducing Chrissy Young. On top of all that, the show is smoothly, almost gleefully narrated by the delightful Joel Hackbarth (think Eric Stonestreet from Modern Family).

Ryan Foizey is spooky-good as Bishop Fulton J. Sheen, with Christopher Strawhun and Nicholas Kelly as great authors and movie stars. Everyone on stage, and in the band, is a heavy-hitter. And that feeling in the air, of a World Series just-won, is a tribute to all their precision and effort and talent, and even hopeful endurance, in spite of the storms, throughout.

Through June 22, 2013, at the South Campus of Washington University (the old CBC prep school, across from the Esquire Theater and St. Mary's Hospital) 6501 Clayton Rd., just east of Big Bend Blvd. For more information visit them at www.newlinetheatre.com or call (314) 773-6526.

The Players
Charles Bukowski: Zachary Allen Farmer
Narrator, Father, Tennessee Williams: Joel Hackbarth
Bishop Fulton Sheen, Mickey Rourke: Ryan Foizey
William Faulkner, Barbet Schroeder: Nicholas Kelly
One True Love: Kimi Short
William Burroughs, Sean Penn, Swifty Lazar: Christopher Strawhun
Sweet Lady Booze: Marcy Wiegert
Teacher, Sylvia Plath: Chrissy Young

The Artistic Staff
Director: Scott Miller
Choreographer: Robin Michelle Berger
Music Director: Justin Smolik
Costume Designer: Amy Kelly
Scenic Designer: Scott L. Schoonover
Lighting Designer: Kenneth Zinkl
Sound Designer: Kerrie Mondy
Stage Manager: Gabe Taylor
Props Master: Alison Helmer
Lighting Technician: Christopher "Zany" Clark
Box Office Manager: Kim Avants
Graphic Designer: Matt Reedy

The New Line Band
Piano/Conductor: Justin Smolik
Guitar: D. Mike Bauer
Bass: Dave Hall
Percussion: Clancy Newell


Photo: Jill Ritter Lindberg


-- Richard T. Green